The girl recovers her composure, just enough to realise the immediate danger is over, however she is keen to get her bag. She staggers upright and, in a daze, wanders over into the middle of the road to retrieve her handbag, and its scattered contents, which are spread out on the wet surface. But, she isn’t aware of a blue Austin car, bearing down on her, at speed.
The driver of the blue car sees her late, hits the brakes and swerves, and only just manages to miss her by inches. Oblivious to all this, she is still kneeling down on the road, picking up her handbag contents. The driver of the blue car is the young blond man from the café. He has screeched to a halt and is now standing outside of his car. The rain is pounding off the tarmac and the wind has whipped up considerably. He runs over, to check on the girl.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing? I could have killed you!” he shouts, as he stands over her. He bends down close; her face looks appalled.
“You’re drunk,” she says.
“Me?” he seems offended at this. “Oh, that’s typical, you run out onto the road and it's my fault.” The rain lashes down and the wind whistles around them. She is still bent down, putting some items into her bag.
Then there is the sound of a blaring horn. “Look out, or we’ll both be killed!” He grabs her up, and pulls her to the side. A car flies by. The heavy rain blasts of their faces.
“Are you alright?” he asks, now with genuine concern.
